The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun pulls out the low-rise buildings at the foot of the mountain into a jumble of silhouettes.

Shek Kip tail gambling stalls.

Dawei's hair was disheveled, and he was wearing a dark undershirt that had been washed until it had faded, and he was leaning against the table with a red face.

His eyes were fixed on the dice cup that had stopped shaking, his clenched fists pressed against the table, and his mouth unconsciously muttered:

"Great! Big! Big! ”

"Attention! Open! ”

As the dice cup was revealed, Stinky Mouth Qiang then sang, "Three o'clock small!!" ”

"Grass!"

Dawei slammed his fist on the edge of the table, and scolded in a low voice with an ugly face.

None of the guests gathered around the table looked at him, just stared at the Hong Kong paper on the table, or their eyebrows fluttered, or they gritted their teeth.

The smell of the dice is strong, and the smell is red, and the teeth that have been yellowed by smoke are biting half of the cigarette.

He looked at the group of gamblers in front of him with a smile, put the dice cup that had been shaken again on the table, and shouted:

"Come on, come on, go on. Buy it and leave it! ”

Seeing that everyone was placing bets, he laughed and was about to open the dice cup.

At this time, Dawei, whose eyes were red, shouted at the top of his voice:

"Wait, wait, this is still weighing me down."

"Want to press? Then take the money! ”

Foul Mouth smiled, glanced at him with slanted eyes, and spat the cigarette butt in his mouth on the ground.

Dawei gritted his teeth: "Brother Qiang, lend me another hundred yuan." ”

Stinky Mouth leaned forward, stretched out his right hand across the table, and pushed it on Dawei.

"Borrowing it back? So that you may know that you have borrowed three hundred dollars from me all afternoon. ”

Dawei staggered back and almost fell.

But he just laughed with him.

"Brother Qiang, lend me a little more, and I'll pay you back if you win."

The stinky mouth spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and opened his mouth with impatience:

"Give back your mother! You are a coolie, you can earn up to 60 a month, and what will you borrow to pay back? Yes? ”

He has been running a gambling stall in Shek Kip Mei for many years.

It is very clear that a coolie like Dawei can borrow 300 yuan to reach the sky.

This way, he can still collect some interest every month.

It's just that I really don't have the money to pay it back, and I can scrape it back with interest if I send it to the ring to fight a few fights.

Borrow again?

After the profits, the results are not the same.

He is a gambling stall, not a charity hall!

"Also, don't say I didn't warn you. The rules of our gambling stalls are nine out of thirteen. After a month, if you don't have the money to pay it back, I'll send you to the boxing ring in Dragon City to pay for it. ”

After saying that, he lit another cigarette.

When he looked up and saw that Dawei was still looking at him, he couldn't help but glare:

"Why are you standing here with no money, why don't you get out of here! Silly! ”

Dawei turned a deaf ear to the foul-mouthed abuse, and only glanced at the gambling table with some reluctance, and then walked outside in embarrassment.

Out of the gambling stalls.

The noisy cries of the village vendors reached my ears.

David stood in the doorway for a few moments.

The mind that was carried away by winning and losing before has cleared up a lot.

Thinking that he not only lost the only 20 yuan that he and his brother had in one afternoon, but also took 300 yuan from the gambling stall.

He couldn't help but squat on the ground with his head in his hands.

Three hundred pieces of money.

After a month, I had to pay back 390 yuan.

Where did he get so much money to pay back?

The little wages earned on the wharf are enough to pay off the interest.

When he thought of this, he immediately regretted it.

After a while, Dawei stood up and walked in the direction of the wooden house.

"Brother!"

After walking a few steps, there was a sudden shout from behind him.

Turning around, he looked at the oncoming trio.

Dawei could only beat his spirit and pulled out a smile:

"Brother Hao, are you going to call it a day?"

"Hmm."

Wu Shihao nodded and glanced at the gambling stall not far away: "You won't run to the gambling stall again, will you?" ”

Dawei pretended to be nothing, and responded with a smile:

"Brother Hao, you know, I don't have any money on me, how can I get into the gambling stall?"

Wu Shihao relieved himself and patted him on the shoulder:

"Listen to Shiwei, you're a little uncomfortable. Is it better now? ”

"It's much better now, I think I had a bad stomach at noon." An unnatural look flashed across Dawei's face.

"That's good. Let's go. ”

Wu Shihao didn't doubt him, but just pulled him forward.

"Dawei, didn't you want to eat roast goose two days ago, today Brother Shui gave me a commission, and we just bought a roast goose to fill my stomach."

"How much was given?" Dawei's eyes lit up.

Wu Shihao smiled with a smile on his face: "It's a hundred yuan." ”

“...... Oh. Dawei was subconsciously a little disappointed.

"Too little, huh?"

Seeing his expression, Wu Shihao punched him on the shoulder, and his face was serious:

"Even if we don't give money, we should help. What's more, just running errands and grinding the skin of the mouth, the commission of the three people was given a hundred, which is enough. ”

When Dawei heard this, he reacted and hurriedly explained:

"How can there be, Brother Hao, how can I be too little."

Seeing Dawei say this, Wu Shihao's face looked a little better.

After taking two steps, he turned around and did not forget to tell his brother:

"You have to remember that you can't be ungrateful, and don't forget that when we first came to Hong Kong Island, we didn't eat a meal for three days and almost starved to death.

If it weren't for Ah An and Brother Shui's care, how would we have food and a house? ”

"Got it."

After walking for a while, the four stopped in front of the roast goose stall on the side of the road.

Wu Shihao looked at the golden roast geese hanging on the shelf.

Pointing to the fattest one:

"Boss, help me cut this roast goose into pieces."

"Five bucks."

"Give."

Sitting in front of the roast goose stall, the bare-chested, greasy-faced stall owner waited for the money before getting up and taking down the roast goose hanging on the shelf.

"Wait a minute."

As he spoke, he took the forging knife inserted in the board and began to divide it into pieces with a swift movement.

Xi Wei just glanced at the stall owner who was busy, and was attracted by the glyph stalls surrounded by people in the corner.

"Brother Hao, look at the word flower stall over there, so many people buy it, how much money do you have to make a day?"

"Don't look at it, we don't do words, we care about what we do."

Wu Shihao glanced at it and quickly withdrew his gaze.

The word flower was once popular in Liangguang, Tianjin and other places.

Wu Shihao, who is from Chaoshan, is naturally familiar with it.

Even the way to cheat in it is that he is also a doorman.

If he hadn't met Ang Lee, if he saw that the word flower stall was so popular, he might have found a way to open a word flower stall to make money.

But now, Ang Lee not only helped him find a job at the docks, but also arranged a lucrative job for him.

Then there is no need to risk competing with the community to get involved in the word flower file.

After all, as Ang Lee said, there are plenty of opportunities to make money.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

Dawei on the side was staring at the word flower not far away, thinking about something inexplicably.